“Check your eyes, tiny. I’m never nice. You’re delirious,” he said brusquely. But she was awake, which was what mattered in the end. “Going to jostle a bit,” he warned before shifting his hold on her to open the door to the clinic. “Cormac!” he hollered as he entered the reception area. He couldn’t see the mage immediately, only his rather wide-eyed assistant, whose name he had never bothered to learn, either.
“Tell Cormac,” he instructed, “that he needs to fix this.” In retrospect, placing her upon her stomach on the counter like some kind of bleeding package was a bit cold. But at least he did it as gently as he could. “She dies,” he warned, “it’s on both your fucking heads.”
And with that, content that his part in this debacle was done, he turned and headed right back out the door. No point in staying, after all - especially considering she had practically asked him not to be nice to her. “Too damn stubborn to die,” he muttered to himself. It made him feel strangely better.
Audrey cried out again when he shifted his hold, feeling the embedded metal in her back sharply before it went back to the stable pain she had been feeling the entire way here. The blonde’s eyes fluttered open at Cormac’s name. Looking up at Cian blankly, she recognized the name and soon his face came into mind. “I’m not a this,” she mumbled. That’s when the coldness of the counter began to seep into her skin, fighting the blazing pain on her back. With her cheek pressed against the metal, she watched Cian for a minute-- her view cut from his collar to his waist as he spoke to the assistant. Everything was blurring together and fading in and out. “Cian,” she called, but by then his back was to her. Her hand had been resting by her face, as she watched his back exit the shop she tried so hard to move it towards him-- to try and grab the air at him. In a feeble attempt her hand collapsed, dragging her arm down to hang off the side of the counter. The world was gone and she was left to sit in the darkness alone.